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Meg Donnelly – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Meg Donnelly

Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Featuring

Milo Manheim,

Soundtracks,

Meg Donnelly – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

[Intro: Meg Donnelly]
Yeah, aah-ah
[Verse 1: Meg Donnelly]
Tonight’s the spookiest night
It’s time to come alive, alive, alive
Full moon got us feeling alright
Dressed up to the nine, it’s a vibe
Zombies, Werewolves, it’s our time
Frightening but make it look fly
Hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn thе superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get tеrrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Post-Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
[Verse 2: Meg Donnelly]
New thrills, but it’s so good to feels
Mask on so you know that it’s real, it’s real, it’s real

Turn up when you feel the chill
No tricks, just treats, it’s spooky
Make em scream when you show them teeth
Do your dance, never miss a beat
On one, two, three (One, two, three)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn the superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get terrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Outro: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim, Meg Donnelly]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house

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Milo Manheim – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Milo Manheim

Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Featuring

Meg Donnelly,

Soundtracks,

Milo Manheim – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

[Intro: Meg Donnelly]
Yeah, aah-ah
[Verse 1: Meg Donnelly]
Tonight’s the spookiest night
It’s time to come alive, alive, alive
Full moon got us feeling alright
Dressed up to the nine, it’s a vibe
Zombies, Werewolves, it’s our time
Frightening but make it look fly
Hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn thе superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get tеrrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Post-Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
[Verse 2: Meg Donnelly]
New thrills, but it’s so good to feels
Mask on so you know that it’s real, it’s real, it’s real

Turn up when you feel the chill
No tricks, just treats, it’s spooky
Make em scream when you show them teeth
Do your dance, never miss a beat
On one, two, three (One, two, three)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn the superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get terrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Outro: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim, Meg Donnelly]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house

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Soundtracks – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Soundtracks

Shrimpy in the House lyrics

Featuring

Milo Manheim,

Meg Donnelly,

Soundtracks – Shrimpy in the House lyrics

[Intro: Meg Donnelly]
Yeah, aah-ah
[Verse 1: Meg Donnelly]
Tonight’s the spookiest night
It’s time to come alive, alive, alive
Full moon got us feeling alright
Dressed up to the nine, it’s a vibe
Zombies, Werewolves, it’s our time
Frightening but make it look fly
Hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn thе superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get tеrrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Post-Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
[Verse 2: Meg Donnelly]
New thrills, but it’s so good to feels
Mask on so you know that it’s real, it’s real, it’s real

Turn up when you feel the chill
No tricks, just treats, it’s spooky
Make em scream when you show them teeth
Do your dance, never miss a beat
On one, two, three (One, two, three)
[Pre-Chorus: Meg Donnelly & Milo Manheim with Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Not scared of what’s in front of me
We’re still gon’ celebrate, the scariest of days
Seabrook is full of monsters
We ain’t scared, yeah, everybody’s welcome
[Chorus: Cast of ZOMBIES 3]
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Turn the superstition up loud, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Let’s get terrified, S-H-R-I-M-P-Y
Shrimpy in the house, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Outro: Cast of ZOMBIES 3, Milo Manheim, Meg Donnelly]
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house
La-la, la-la-la-la
In the house, in the house, shrimpy in the house

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Ronny D – Me Envolví lyrics

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Me Envolví lyrics

Ronny D – Me Envolví lyrics

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Cordae – FABEV Freestyle lyrics

Cordae

FABEV Freestyle lyrics

Cordae – FABEV Freestyle lyrics

Part I
[Intro]
I’ll probably come in like, uh
Yeah, uh, January 14th
Get y’all sh*t together, ni**a
Oh, oh, y’all really took the bait too
Y’all really took the bait too, like, uh
Nah, I got y’all
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
Who would’ve ever imagined or fathomed that we would actually make it off of rapping? (Uh)
I had a feeling that this all would happen (Yeah)
God’s timing is perfect
The last album was about finding your purpose
This one start rewinding my verses
You’ll find a deeper message
Been this way since my preconception (Uh)
Before a lethal weapon (Yeah)
Before I would tour with Jarad Higgins (Uh)
Bеfore I was trippin’
Before I еxited mental prisons
Before the auditions, y’all all fake
I use you ni**as as bait, okay, that’s law eight
Belief in myself, that’s raw faith (Hmm)
I been seeing through y’all moves, okay, that’s Spygate (Uh)
I love to gamble with high stakes and learn from every loss that I take
My mistakes are beautiful
Twitter ni**a in a office cubicle commentating on Black music, how foolish
You must’ve just skimmed through it, how could you relate to it?
The type of ni**as I hate, uh
Worldwide tours, I be filling rooms (Real)
I do it for the kids that be feeling doom (Nah, for real)
Uh, pills and shrooms all still consumed
Pitchfork writers born with a silver spoon
This that heat seekers for the deep thinkers
I might take a trip to LA Leakers (Uh)
I might press the bu*ton and end discussion of who’s the best
Under twenty-five, and lay that conversation to rest
Even under thirty, I was young and dirty, gettin’ money early (Uh)
Hickory Hill apartments, one bedroom
One bed shared with four people, no legroom
Futon couch, my mom and little bro could vouch (Uh)
Hard times maketh man (Real)
I was fifteen takin’ Xans
Droppin’ mixtapes and creatin’ plans
Manifestation, God’s creation
My step pops was in the nation, learn moderation (Uh)
Learn discipline, no Christmas gift
We was like, “fu*k Saint Nicholas,” my flow ridiculous
Time is limited upon this Earth
Before the death and after the birth
From a bird’s-eye view, my third eye grew
For sure, I knew I was destined to do this sh*t
January fourteenth, coming sooner than expected
My mind is hectic, thoughts eclectic
At times I felt disrespected by the genre I love
Uh, fu*k you ni**as, only God can judge
January 14th, From a Birds Eye View
I’ll reassure what you already knew on January 14th
Part II
[Intro]
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
I see dead people
[Verse]
Okay, cool, uh

This is for back in the days
Before the accolades, packing the stage
This fame sh*t was a slap in the face
Couldn’t fathom people I idolize, rapping was fake (Woo)
Imagine the weight you carry from having information that could bury ’em
I’d rather not say
Continue to give you the real from an accurate place
They kill ni**as just for speaking the truth
A hypothermic ni**a could heal from all this fu*king heat in the booth (Hot, hot, hot, hot)
The season of reaping the fruits that I labored for
A work man is worthy of his hire
I’m only inspired by legacy and early desires
I’ll admit it, I’m far from perfect
I’m shallow, but far from nervous
I get a dopamine spike for every car I purchase
What is the truth? My ni**a, we all are searching, uh
1/14, the album is soon to come (Uh)
My future set in stone, my peers, I fear none (Never)
Straight up off the Lear, it’s clear I’m tier one (Haha)
Your favorite artist’s catalog just tears my eardrums (Stop)
Please, stop the comparisons, God, it’s embarrassing
Straight out of Maryland
It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon
My ni**a Cam told me it’s time to take over (Uh)
My ni**a Ean styles and drives a Range Rover (Skrrt, real)
But fu*k that, right back to it
This that hijack music
Your style more common than Iraq shootings (Fah)
A ni**a don’t want war with me, you not that stupid
Black Air Forces, my energy attack their sources (Kill)
I could diss the whole rap game and fill it with corpses (Boom)
And shout-out my ni**a Three and Curren$y, still in New Orleans (For real)
I can see a war is coming, this feeling’s enormous
It’s time to kill these ni**as, man (Ooh)
Let’s go
My catalog’s flawless, your last album was garbage (Wack)
My competition’s shooting themselves, happens too often (For real)
My only regret was I couldn’t dig up your coffin
From a Birds Eye View, I’ll reassure what you already knew
One, two, three, four, five (Ah)
I’m the best rapper under twenty-five
And this ain’t saying much, it’s no surprise
But they don’t give you your flowers ’til you die
fu*k your first week sales predictions and your failed conviction (Uh)
Free my ni**a Mac and Simba up in the prison (Free Sim’)
Rest assured, soon, all of my ni**as is winning
This is just the beginning
Motherfu*ker, I’m coming
[Outro]
Uh, From a Birds Eye View
January 14th
Fasten your motherfu*king seatbelts, ni**as
Get y’all fu*king sh*t together, man
Garbage-ass ni**as
Stop fu*kin’—, ooh, mmm
Say less and do more
Let’s get it

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Freddie Gibbs – Hate To Say It lyrics

Freddie Gibbs

Hate To Say It lyrics

Featuring

Azizi Gibson,

Freddie Gibbs – Hate To Say It lyrics

[Intro: Azizi Gibson]
28 sh*t
Then, b*tch, go down a bit
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit (b*tch, go down a bit)
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit
PH, motherfu*ker, uh (Uh, uh)
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit (b*tch, go down a bit)
Tryna take these trips, well, b*tch, better love my dick (b*tch, better love my)
If you down for me, then keep your mind on me (Keep your mind on me)
There’s a ton of you, but only one of me (There’s only one of me)
[Pre-Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t really worth my sh*t
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t even twerk my sh*t
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t even worth my spit
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, I went ahead and fu*ked your friend (Your friend)
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha
Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha
Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki
Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Nicki
[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Why you tryna spend all my time again?
Well, fu*k that sh*t, better ride it
Until the sun comes up and we zombies
Until your man come back from the army
ni**a, you been heard right, b*tch naughty (Nice)
Been had a thing for a misfit, yeah
Mighta been the one, but I missed that, yeah
I shouldn’t’ve been playin’, no tricks, ah, yeah
I’ll take a loan out for a homeless person before I give my b*tch one
I don’t even know why I stayed, son
I must be real damn bored, huh?
And any time I ever say I gotta go away
She always tryna play dumb
She’ll be like, say some’
I be like, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’”

[Bridge: Azizi Gibson]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (When I’m fu*kin’ busy, that’s what you need to do)
I be like, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’”, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’” (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Damn, ayy)
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Now there’s Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha
Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha
Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki
Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Nicki
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Shouts go out to my day-one
Pull up to the club, let her shake somethin’
Get it full of dope, let me make somethin’
House note, car note, I could pay some
Yeah, ni**a, got a new Mercedes, on my eighth one
Put my b*tch up in a condo on a lakefront
RIP the last ni**a tried to take somethin’
You gon’ fu*k around, die for the same stunt, yeah, ni**a
b*tch wanna knock the boots, turn the phone off
Hoes that you came with hatin’, call the dogs off
Hoes clockin’ me on the ‘Gram, hit the logoff
Too legit, I’m tryna be too rich to fall off
I just dog-walked some hoes at the Waldorf
ni**as got the EDD, fu*ked ’em all off
I be with Colombian plugs, cut your balls off
All my ni**as lit and too ripped to fall off
Real ni**a, no perpin’
Hard tax on the work then I can’t work
Can’t apologize if I’m slow sendin’ back virgins
I don’t even really rap, I be dope servin’
Ten hoes in the crib, that’s a whole circus
They gon’ su*k a ni**a off while I’m still burstin’
I don’t even really rap, I be dope servin’
Hundred carats in the watch make a ho nervous
Make a ho nervous, yeah
[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Big Bunny Rabbit, mane (Haha)

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Azizi Gibson – Hate To Say It lyrics

Azizi Gibson

Hate To Say It lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs,

Azizi Gibson – Hate To Say It lyrics

[Intro: Azizi Gibson]
28 sh*t
Then, b*tch, go down a bit
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit (b*tch, go down a bit)
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit
PH, motherfu*ker, uh (Uh, uh)
If you down for it, then, b*tch, go down a bit (b*tch, go down a bit)
Tryna take these trips, well, b*tch, better love my dick (b*tch, better love my)
If you down for me, then keep your mind on me (Keep your mind on me)
There’s a ton of you, but only one of me (There’s only one of me)
[Pre-Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t really worth my sh*t
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t even twerk my sh*t
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain’t even worth my spit
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, I went ahead and fu*ked your friend (Your friend)
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha
Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha
Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki
Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Nicki
[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Why you tryna spend all my time again?
Well, fu*k that sh*t, better ride it
Until the sun comes up and we zombies
Until your man come back from the army
ni**a, you been heard right, b*tch naughty (Nice)
Been had a thing for a misfit, yeah
Mighta been the one, but I missed that, yeah
I shouldn’t’ve been playin’, no tricks, ah, yeah
I’ll take a loan out for a homeless person before I give my b*tch one
I don’t even know why I stayed, son
I must be real damn bored, huh?
And any time I ever say I gotta go away
She always tryna play dumb
She’ll be like, say some’
I be like, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’”

[Bridge: Azizi Gibson]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (When I’m fu*kin’ busy, that’s what you need to do)
I be like, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’”, “b*tch, I ain’t say nothin’” (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Damn, ayy)
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Now there’s Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha
Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha
Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki
Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Nicki
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Shouts go out to my day-one
Pull up to the club, let her shake somethin’
Get it full of dope, let me make somethin’
House note, car note, I could pay some
Yeah, ni**a, got a new Mercedes, on my eighth one
Put my b*tch up in a condo on a lakefront
RIP the last ni**a tried to take somethin’
You gon’ fu*k around, die for the same stunt, yeah, ni**a
b*tch wanna knock the boots, turn the phone off
Hoes that you came with hatin’, call the dogs off
Hoes clockin’ me on the ‘Gram, hit the logoff
Too legit, I’m tryna be too rich to fall off
I just dog-walked some hoes at the Waldorf
ni**as got the EDD, fu*ked ’em all off
I be with Colombian plugs, cut your balls off
All my ni**as lit and too ripped to fall off
Real ni**a, no perpin’
Hard tax on the work then I can’t work
Can’t apologize if I’m slow sendin’ back virgins
I don’t even really rap, I be dope servin’
Ten hoes in the crib, that’s a whole circus
They gon’ su*k a ni**a off while I’m still burstin’
I don’t even really rap, I be dope servin’
Hundred carats in the watch make a ho nervous
Make a ho nervous, yeah
[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Big Bunny Rabbit, mane (Haha)

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Luisss – ​off the leash! lyrics

Luisss

​off the leash! lyrics

Featuring

Yvngxchris,

BabySantana,

Luisss – ​off the leash! lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana]
I don’t think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin’ with me and lil’ Luis, man, just got off the five M, hahaha
Stop with that sh*t, man
Nah, they ain’t even knowin’ ’bout the leash man, gotta get off that though
Backwoods on the case
Backwood, smoke it to the face
I’m not one of these little boys, I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Luis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep and repeat
Hit her raw and then I don’t clean the sheets
Hit hеr, kick her out and then go to sleep
Wake up, count somе money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could’ve killed yo’ bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back
So many times I could’ve stole yo’ pack
Called up lil’ Maajins told him, “Send me a pack”
I kept it real cause I can’t fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard you told and you rat, gang
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost
I got yo’ b*tch favorite song on TikTok
I’m in yo’ house posted with a big Glock
I got a shooter, he lookin’ like BabySantana, he kind of little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 with a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, that’s a dead opp
And I got that lil’ ni**a wonderin’, like, “What is this sh*t on my head?” It’s a red dot
And I wouldn’t go fu*k on that b*tch but I’m gettin’ that throat ’cause that ho’ give the best top
I’m finna slide on that ni**a three times with the K, think I’m in the Klan
b*tch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a fu*k-boy pissin’ his pants
If you tryna fu*k, damn, you out of luck, had to tell that b*tch she ain’t got a chance
Slide into yo’ hood, ni**a, like, “What’s good?” What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ mans
What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ brother
Damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo’ Glock got a dick, no Lil Nas X, they fu*kin’ each other

And I’m not finna cap, I’m not with the funs, let’s put down the guns, let’s see who is tougher
And I’m not finna cap, your mom is a s*ut, might pop out the cut and fu*k on ya mother
And I’m not finna cap, when I hit from the back, that sh*t was a act, I’m yvngxchris Tucker
And I’m not finna cap, post up in the trap, b*tch, I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her (What?)
You get it? (Nah) But my ni**a, that sh*t was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil’ ni**a got class, in a second, I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin’ my damn AK but I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC like a ref when he blowin’ the whistle (Like okay)
[Verse 3: Luisss]
Bow, bow, bow
I-I had to get off the leash (Fah)
Money counter, that b*tch beep, me and Tana ran twenty bands up in a week, yeah (Bow)
Tana and Luis skrrt off in a Buick, so we don’t need Trackhawk Jeeps
Big body money, got a mill like Meek
I-I heard your money was weak
Me and Tana up in New York gettin’ breesh
Got a bad b*tch, I think her name Elyce (Fah)
Yeah, I got the keys, I’m feelin’ like Alicia
This not a rental b*tch, this not a lease
I got the (Bow), b*tch go freak
Got a bad white girl like Miss Bo Peep
I had to get a choppa, NLE
[Bridge: Luisss & BabySantana]
I had to get off the—, uh
What?
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Uh)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Like what, Like what?)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Ya dig)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (fifteenhunnid)
[Outro: BabySantana]
Oof
I’m not one of these little boys, man
I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man, stop playin with me, man
I had to get off the leash (Oof)
Fifteenhunnid
Skah

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Yvngxchris – ​off the leash! lyrics

Yvngxchris

​off the leash! lyrics

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Luisss,

BabySantana,

Yvngxchris – ​off the leash! lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana]
I don’t think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin’ with me and lil’ Luis, man, just got off the five M, hahaha
Stop with that sh*t, man
Nah, they ain’t even knowin’ ’bout the leash man, gotta get off that though
Backwoods on the case
Backwood, smoke it to the face
I’m not one of these little boys, I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Luis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep and repeat
Hit her raw and then I don’t clean the sheets
Hit hеr, kick her out and then go to sleep
Wake up, count somе money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could’ve killed yo’ bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back
So many times I could’ve stole yo’ pack
Called up lil’ Maajins told him, “Send me a pack”
I kept it real cause I can’t fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard you told and you rat, gang
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost
I got yo’ b*tch favorite song on TikTok
I’m in yo’ house posted with a big Glock
I got a shooter, he lookin’ like BabySantana, he kind of little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 with a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, that’s a dead opp
And I got that lil’ ni**a wonderin’, like, “What is this sh*t on my head?” It’s a red dot
And I wouldn’t go fu*k on that b*tch but I’m gettin’ that throat ’cause that ho’ give the best top
I’m finna slide on that ni**a three times with the K, think I’m in the Klan
b*tch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a fu*k-boy pissin’ his pants
If you tryna fu*k, damn, you out of luck, had to tell that b*tch she ain’t got a chance
Slide into yo’ hood, ni**a, like, “What’s good?” What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ mans
What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ brother
Damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo’ Glock got a dick, no Lil Nas X, they fu*kin’ each other

And I’m not finna cap, I’m not with the funs, let’s put down the guns, let’s see who is tougher
And I’m not finna cap, your mom is a s*ut, might pop out the cut and fu*k on ya mother
And I’m not finna cap, when I hit from the back, that sh*t was a act, I’m yvngxchris Tucker
And I’m not finna cap, post up in the trap, b*tch, I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her (What?)
You get it? (Nah) But my ni**a, that sh*t was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil’ ni**a got class, in a second, I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin’ my damn AK but I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC like a ref when he blowin’ the whistle (Like okay)
[Verse 3: Luisss]
Bow, bow, bow
I-I had to get off the leash (Fah)
Money counter, that b*tch beep, me and Tana ran twenty bands up in a week, yeah (Bow)
Tana and Luis skrrt off in a Buick, so we don’t need Trackhawk Jeeps
Big body money, got a mill like Meek
I-I heard your money was weak
Me and Tana up in New York gettin’ breesh
Got a bad b*tch, I think her name Elyce (Fah)
Yeah, I got the keys, I’m feelin’ like Alicia
This not a rental b*tch, this not a lease
I got the (Bow), b*tch go freak
Got a bad white girl like Miss Bo Peep
I had to get a choppa, NLE
[Bridge: Luisss & BabySantana]
I had to get off the—, uh
What?
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Uh)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Like what, Like what?)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Ya dig)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (fifteenhunnid)
[Outro: BabySantana]
Oof
I’m not one of these little boys, man
I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man, stop playin with me, man
I had to get off the leash (Oof)
Fifteenhunnid
Skah

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BabySantana

​off the leash! lyrics

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Yvngxchris,

Luisss,

BabySantana – ​off the leash! lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana]
I don’t think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin’ with me and lil’ Luis, man, just got off the five M, hahaha
Stop with that sh*t, man
Nah, they ain’t even knowin’ ’bout the leash man, gotta get off that though
Backwoods on the case
Backwood, smoke it to the face
I’m not one of these little boys, I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Luis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep and repeat
Hit her raw and then I don’t clean the sheets
Hit hеr, kick her out and then go to sleep
Wake up, count somе money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could’ve killed yo’ bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back
So many times I could’ve stole yo’ pack
Called up lil’ Maajins told him, “Send me a pack”
I kept it real cause I can’t fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard you told and you rat, gang
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost
I got yo’ b*tch favorite song on TikTok
I’m in yo’ house posted with a big Glock
I got a shooter, he lookin’ like BabySantana, he kind of little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 with a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, that’s a dead opp
And I got that lil’ ni**a wonderin’, like, “What is this sh*t on my head?” It’s a red dot
And I wouldn’t go fu*k on that b*tch but I’m gettin’ that throat ’cause that ho’ give the best top
I’m finna slide on that ni**a three times with the K, think I’m in the Klan
b*tch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a fu*k-boy pissin’ his pants
If you tryna fu*k, damn, you out of luck, had to tell that b*tch she ain’t got a chance
Slide into yo’ hood, ni**a, like, “What’s good?” What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ mans
What’s up in this wood? ni**a, that’s yo’ brother
Damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo’ Glock got a dick, no Lil Nas X, they fu*kin’ each other

And I’m not finna cap, I’m not with the funs, let’s put down the guns, let’s see who is tougher
And I’m not finna cap, your mom is a s*ut, might pop out the cut and fu*k on ya mother
And I’m not finna cap, when I hit from the back, that sh*t was a act, I’m yvngxchris Tucker
And I’m not finna cap, post up in the trap, b*tch, I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her (What?)
You get it? (Nah) But my ni**a, that sh*t was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil’ ni**a got class, in a second, I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin’ my damn AK but I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC like a ref when he blowin’ the whistle (Like okay)
[Verse 3: Luisss]
Bow, bow, bow
I-I had to get off the leash (Fah)
Money counter, that b*tch beep, me and Tana ran twenty bands up in a week, yeah (Bow)
Tana and Luis skrrt off in a Buick, so we don’t need Trackhawk Jeeps
Big body money, got a mill like Meek
I-I heard your money was weak
Me and Tana up in New York gettin’ breesh
Got a bad b*tch, I think her name Elyce (Fah)
Yeah, I got the keys, I’m feelin’ like Alicia
This not a rental b*tch, this not a lease
I got the (Bow), b*tch go freak
Got a bad white girl like Miss Bo Peep
I had to get a choppa, NLE
[Bridge: Luisss & BabySantana]
I had to get off the—, uh
What?
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Uh)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Like what, Like what?)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (Ya dig)
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash
I had to get off the leash (fifteenhunnid)
[Outro: BabySantana]
Oof
I’m not one of these little boys, man
I will really kill one of y’all ni**as, man, stop playin with me, man
I had to get off the leash (Oof)
Fifteenhunnid
Skah

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Yeat – Boot Up Sum lyrics

Yeat

Boot Up Sum lyrics

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BabySantana,

Yeat – Boot Up Sum lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
(Karegi, hahaha)
Tryna boot up some, so I boot up some
I lost every one of my feelings
So I take these drugs and go high past the ceiling
Yeah
[Chorus: Yeat]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah), told me boot up some
Told me I won’t see the sun, I got too much money (Money)
We had too much fun (Fun), we had too much guns
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Yeah)
Every time I ever try to [?] (Yeah)
Every time I thought [?]
[?] get a double cup for a deuce of Wock’
I’m tryna slow down, but I’m on the edge, I can’t even stop
[Verse: BabySantana]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah, yeah)
Off that Wock’, had too much fun
Me and my twizzy got too much guns
You in my way, better move or some
He talk down, we’ll shoot that gun
We see him and he gon’ run
We got gas, blow it by the ton
In too deep, I can feel the sun
You ain’t ’bout that life, boy, you ain’t ’bout nothing

I’ma shoot that stick like three, two, one
ni**a tryna be me, you gon’ get outdone
It was five in your gang, now it’s none
They say I’ma fall off but it just begun
Hollow tips in the stick and you know they torch some
And you know me and Yeat tote sticks for the fun
(And you know me and Yeat tote sticks for the fun)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yeat & BabySantana]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah), told me boot up some (Yeah)
Told me I won’t see the sun (Yeah), I got too much money (Yeah)
We had too much fun, we had too much guns (Woah, woah, woah)
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Blatt)
Every time I ever try to [?] (Woah, blatt)
Every time I thought [?] (Woah)
[?] get a double cup for a deuce of Wock’ (Yeah)
I’m tryna slow down, but I’m on the edge, I can’t even stop

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Boot Up Sum lyrics

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Yeat,

BabySantana – Boot Up Sum lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
(Karegi, hahaha)
Tryna boot up some, so I boot up some
I lost every one of my feelings
So I take these drugs and go high past the ceiling
Yeah
[Chorus: Yeat]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah), told me boot up some
Told me I won’t see the sun, I got too much money (Money)
We had too much fun (Fun), we had too much guns
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Yeah)
Every time I ever try to [?] (Yeah)
Every time I thought [?]
[?] get a double cup for a deuce of Wock’
I’m tryna slow down, but I’m on the edge, I can’t even stop
[Verse: BabySantana]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah, yeah)
Off that Wock’, had too much fun
Me and my twizzy got too much guns
You in my way, better move or some
He talk down, we’ll shoot that gun
We see him and he gon’ run
We got gas, blow it by the ton
In too deep, I can feel the sun
You ain’t ’bout that life, boy, you ain’t ’bout nothing

I’ma shoot that stick like three, two, one
ni**a tryna be me, you gon’ get outdone
It was five in your gang, now it’s none
They say I’ma fall off but it just begun
Hollow tips in the stick and you know they torch some
And you know me and Yeat tote sticks for the fun
(And you know me and Yeat tote sticks for the fun)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yeat & BabySantana]
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah), told me boot up some (Yeah)
Told me I won’t see the sun (Yeah), I got too much money (Yeah)
We had too much fun, we had too much guns (Woah, woah, woah)
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Blatt)
Every time I ever try to [?] (Woah, blatt)
Every time I thought [?] (Woah)
[?] get a double cup for a deuce of Wock’ (Yeah)
I’m tryna slow down, but I’m on the edge, I can’t even stop

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DCG Bsavv – Damon Sharpe lyrics

DCG Bsavv

Damon Sharpe lyrics

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DCG Shun,

BabySantana,

DCG Bsavv – Damon Sharpe lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana]
Is it recording?
Alright, let’s get it
Ayy, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, yeah (Ayy CGM, where you at?)
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, brrr
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe
Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Please don’t hit my phone, you gon’ get ignored
Me, Dami and Sonny we gon’ up the score
I got hella girls that seem a galorе
And my pockets fat
She grabbing on my Ksubi’s asking me likе what is that
I got way too much to lose, if I need to call my slatt
I’m a young stunna boy they say I look like my dad
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
I’m paranoid, I’m always watching for that back door
You ain’t finna bust a ni**a, what you got that strap for
Pop a ni**a like a zit, this 19 open up your pores
I-I-I’m with Tana in Chicago on the top floor
Private location, overnight sensation
Sonny light the J and then we put it in rotation
Baddie tryna pull up on me, text her the location
ni**as steady in my phone, they begging for the placement
[Verse 3: BabySantana]
Hating on my Twitter, they ain’t know that’s motivation
2 girls in my crib and they ain’t know they got relations
Woke up in the party, we gon’ shoot it up
Shoutout to lil’ Lawsy I’m so booted up
So much True Religion, I stay truey’d up
Sorry baby, I ain’t mean to make a fool of ya
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe

Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 4: DCG Bsavv & DCG Shun]
(Uh) Hey Santana we in a [?]
You riding with us, just know we strapped
We gotta make sure you get back
A ni**a move wrong just know it’s that
Look, don’t listen to sh*t on the net
I hit from the back [?] on the cat
I was 16, I running the bag
We coming for ni**as, we all on they necks
If you wanna talk don’t go through @’s
Whoever die next, we got get back
I got a mil’, so I could sit back
You ain’t a gangster, lil’ boy get back
We sell weed then we bought crack
They bought crack and we got racks
My opps get sick I’m rich off that
Go through that b*tch and pass out the pack
You don’t know the half, I’m in it to win
I stay with KA$H, yeah that’s my twin
I bought a Benz for my new friend
I bought a clip for my new gym
He boutta say that, “This my first mil’”
b*tch, you never made that
I’m loving the crowd, I might jump in
I’m yelling, “Where my rage at?”
I love grown b*tches, they be asking what my age at
10k for a show, I might not come if I get played with
I leave with who I came with
I shoot when I see strange sh*t
They say I’m weird ’cause I hate lame sh*t
And I’m never with the same b*tch
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe
Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)

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DCG Shun – Damon Sharpe lyrics

DCG Shun

Damon Sharpe lyrics

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DCG Bsavv,

BabySantana,

DCG Shun – Damon Sharpe lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana]
Is it recording?
Alright, let’s get it
Ayy, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, yeah (Ayy CGM, where you at?)
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, brrr
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe
Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Please don’t hit my phone, you gon’ get ignored
Me, Dami and Sonny we gon’ up the score
I got hella girls that seem a galorе
And my pockets fat
She grabbing on my Ksubi’s asking me likе what is that
I got way too much to lose, if I need to call my slatt
I’m a young stunna boy they say I look like my dad
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
I’m paranoid, I’m always watching for that back door
You ain’t finna bust a ni**a, what you got that strap for
Pop a ni**a like a zit, this 19 open up your pores
I-I-I’m with Tana in Chicago on the top floor
Private location, overnight sensation
Sonny light the J and then we put it in rotation
Baddie tryna pull up on me, text her the location
ni**as steady in my phone, they begging for the placement
[Verse 3: BabySantana]
Hating on my Twitter, they ain’t know that’s motivation
2 girls in my crib and they ain’t know they got relations
Woke up in the party, we gon’ shoot it up
Shoutout to lil’ Lawsy I’m so booted up
So much True Religion, I stay truey’d up
Sorry baby, I ain’t mean to make a fool of ya
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe

Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 4: DCG Bsavv & DCG Shun]
(Uh) Hey Santana we in a [?]
You riding with us, just know we strapped
We gotta make sure you get back
A ni**a move wrong just know it’s that
Look, don’t listen to sh*t on the net
I hit from the back [?] on the cat
I was 16, I running the bag
We coming for ni**as, we all on they necks
If you wanna talk don’t go through @’s
Whoever die next, we got get back
I got a mil’, so I could sit back
You ain’t a gangster, lil’ boy get back
We sell weed then we bought crack
They bought crack and we got racks
My opps get sick I’m rich off that
Go through that b*tch and pass out the pack
You don’t know the half, I’m in it to win
I stay with KA$H, yeah that’s my twin
I bought a Benz for my new friend
I bought a clip for my new gym
He boutta say that, “This my first mil’”
b*tch, you never made that
I’m loving the crowd, I might jump in
I’m yelling, “Where my rage at?”
I love grown b*tches, they be asking what my age at
10k for a show, I might not come if I get played with
I leave with who I came with
I shoot when I see strange sh*t
They say I’m weird ’cause I hate lame sh*t
And I’m never with the same b*tch
[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe
Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)

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